The crew had all of the camera's set up inside and outside the room, and the monitoring equipment set up in the adjoining room. Elliot looked at his watch. Olivia had been in the bathroom for over half an hour.
He went over and pounded on the door. "Liv! We have to get going. Are you almost ready?" He walked away from the door, shaking his head. He couldn't imagine what she was doing in there. He had never known her to be they type of woman that spent a lot of time primping in front of the mirror. Of course, it helped that she was already amazingly beautiful.
He heard the bathroom door open and turned back just as he heard Fin let out a loud wolf whistle.
"O-LIV-I-A! Damn girl!" Fin exclaimed.
Elliot's breath hitched when he saw her come out of the bathroom, flipping her hair back and smiling at Fin. "Jesus" he muttered under his breath. She was wearing a very tight, curve hugging black dress that left very little to the imagination. The dress only went to the middle of her thighs, and her already long legs looked even longer with the spiked heels she was wearing. The dress had a scooped neck, showing lots of cleavage. Her hair was loose and wavy and her eyes were dark; highlighted with lots of eyeliner and mascara. Her lips were glossed with bright red lipstick and the only thought Elliot could process was that she looked like pure sin.
He looked over at Fin and shot him a dirty look. He noticed the other men in the room staring as well; the two undercover cops not even bothering to hide their lingering looks as they roved her body from head to toe. Elliot walked over to Olivia, putting his body in between hers and the others in the room.
"Jeez Liv. What the hell are you wearing?" He allowed his eyes to rove over her body as well. "Is there more this dress somewhere? Did you get this from Vice?"
"Thanks El. Appreciate the compliment." She scowled at him. "I'm supposed to get attention…and this is completely appropriate to wear to a night club." She moved around him to walk into the room. As she passed him, she whispered "And by the way, this dress is mine." Elliot was floored. She owned that dress? He couldn't imagine where she would have worn it; didn't want to think about her going out dressed like that. He turned around and watched her walk farther into the room. He drew in another sharp breath; the dress scooped down low in the back…and there was no way that Olivia was wearing a bra. He felt a rush of heat to his groin as he watched her walk. Elliot loved Olivia Benson for many reasons. She was dedicated to her job, she was a fearless partner that always had his back, she had incredible empathy with victims, she was incredibly smart, and she could be ruthless and cunning when she needed to be. But right now, all of those thoughts went out of his head and were replaced with pure lust for the beautiful, sexy woman in front of him. Her body in that dress…he was in so much trouble tonight.
"Well baby girl, you're definitely going to get attention in that dress. You look amazing. Much better than Munch would." Fin smiled at her.
"I'm not sure if that's a compliment. I would certainly hope I look better than Munch!" She joked, knocking her hip against Munch as she walked up next to him.
"You're definitely going to get some attention tonight." Munch said. "We might have a problem trying to figure out which guy is our perp with all the guys that will be hitting on you." He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry Liv. We all have our eyes on you." He wiggled his eyebrows and she slapped him playfully on the arm.
"Thanks John." Liv laughed.
Cragen interrupted. "OK everyone. Listen up." Everyone circled around, and Elliot moved in behind Olivia. He looked at his lead detectives. "Remember that you're just using your own first names…no last names, so you don't have to worry about slipping up on that." He looked around at everyone else. "Does everyone know what the plan is?"
Everyone nodded. "We got it Cap'n." said Fin.
"OK" said Cragen. "Olivia, Elliot…are you ready?"
Olivia took a deep breath. "As ready as I'm ever going to be." she said. She turned back to Elliot standing behind her. "Let's go."
"OK, well head down to the restaurant. Fin and the other guys will head down to the nightclub and get situated while you're at dinner." Cragen issued. "Everyone…eyes open."
Olivia headed to the door, Elliot trailing behind her. Olivia looked over at Elliot and could see a look of concern on his face. She stopped. "Everything OK hon?" she asked, slipping into character.
Elliot pasted a smile on his face. "Everything's fine babe." He opened the door and held it open for her as she walked through. He looked back at Cragen and the team…fixing them with a look that told them not to mess this up. He followed Olivia down the hall and to the elevator, happy that they didn't run into anyone along the way. The moved into the elevator and Olivia stepped in and turned around, leaning against the back wall with her hands at her sides on the railing. Elliot walked in and stood next to her, leaving plenty of space between them.
Olivia looked over at Elliot. He was avoiding looking at her and she smiled. She knew the dress she was wearing was driving him crazy; that was part of the reason she had picked it. She had been waiting for Elliot to make a move after his divorce; to ask her out or talk to her about their relationship. He certainly had to know he she felt about him and she was pretty sure he felt the same way. But nothing had happened and she was tired of waiting. She had decided that she was going to push him a little. This undercover op gave her the perfect opportunity. She was completely, 100% focused on the job at hand; there were victims that needed justice and she knew this was serious. But for tonight, she was Elliot's girlfriend and she was going to use that to her advantage.
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They elevator reached the lobby and Elliot gestured towards the door. Olivia stepped out of the elevator and he followed her out. Olivia snagged his hand as he caught up with her and he startled slightly at the gesture. They walked through the lobby and headed towards the restaurant. Olivia stole a look at Elliot as they walked, and squeezed his hand. He looked over at her and gave her a small smile. Olivia came to a stop, effectively halting him as well. She turned around to face him, still holding his hand. Her body was dangerously close to his and he took a deep breath, inhaling her scent.
"You know Elliot…you're supposed to be my boyfriend." she said in a low, husky voice. "You're supposed to be attracted to me." She paused for a second, moving even closer, her breasts pushing into his chest. She moved her mouth closer to his ear. "You have to touch me El." She whispered, causing his stomach to flip. "Pretend like you want to." She placed a kiss on the shell of his ear and pulled back, giving him a sultry look. He stomach flipped again and he almost groaned out loud. She stood there looking at him, biting her lower lip and he wanted to grab her and kiss her…it took all of his will not to. Instead, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her body back slightly, so they weren't touching anymore, and sighed. She was driving him crazy and the evening had just started. He leaned in and whispered into Olivia's ear. "Liv. I don't have to pretend." He pulled back, loving the look on her face. He had obviously surprised her with his response. He wrapped his arm firmly wrapped around her waist. "Let's get dinner." he said, and they headed for the restaurant.
As they walked through the lobby, he noticed the looks Olivia was getting. She was sex on heels in this dress, and she caught the attention of almost every man they walked by. Some of them earned some dirty looks from their wives or girlfriends, and Elliot smiled, knowing all these guys were jealous of him.
The waiter brought them to a table near the front, and they slid into the booth. He had been prepped, so he knew they wanted to be seen. Elliot sat right next to Olivia, and draped his arm behind her, resting against the top of the booth. His right hand trailed lightly across her bare shoulders, causing her to shiver.
When the waiter came to take their drink order, they each ordered a glass of red wine. Olivia perused the menu and looked over at Elliot. "See anything you like?" Elliot narrowed his eyes and Olivia laughed. "On the menu El."
She turned her attention back to the menu. "I'm not very hungry. I don't want to eat a big meal. I think I'll just get an appetizer."
Elliot nodded his head. "That sounds good to me. Let's just pick a couple of appetizers and share."
After the waiter took their order, Elliot and Olivia perused the crowd in the restaurant, and looked at the people coming and going. There were a few people eating by themselves, and they catalogued those people for comparison against people they might run across in the club. Their food came and they put on a show, laughing and talking, sitting close and sharing their food. The waiter poured them a second glass of wine and they relaxed in the booth.
"You ready for the show?" asked Elliot, enjoying the quiet that he and Olivia were enjoying.
Olivia took a deep breath. "Yes. I'm ready."
Elliot looked at his watch and saw it was already almost 9:45. "We'd better get going." He took one last sip of his wine, and slid out of the booth. He held out his hand and helped Olivia. He looped his hand through her arm as they walked through the lobby. Olivia made a point of putting some extra swing in her hips, laughing and flipping her hair as they walked towards the club. He watched her with amusement, noting the look in her eyes and the slightly higher tone of her voice. Elliot thought back to the comment she had made to him in the squad room. She had told him she wasn't always a cop, and a mental image of a young, wild Olivia Benson popped into his head. He made a mental note to ask her to tell him some stories from her younger days.
They go to the entrance of the club and the bouncer smile as they passed by, letting them in without question. The place was busier than he expected, and there wasn't a lot of space at the bar.
"Let me handle this" said Olivia. She walked up and touched one of the guys on the shoulder, pushing her body against him slightly. "Excuse me." she said. The man turned towards her and did a double take, letting his eyes drop to her cleavage.
"Anything for you gorgeous." He moved over, making room for her. "Can I get you a drink?"
"No, that's OK. My boyfriend is right here." Olivia held out her hand and pulled Elliot over towards her. "But thanks."
Elliot noticed the disappointed look on his face; he couldn't blame the guy. He put his arms around Olivia. "Making new friends babe?" he asked. He stuck his hand out to the guy, introducing himself. "I'm Elliot. This is Olivia." he said. The guy took his hand.
"Steve." he said.
"Let me buy you a drink" Elliot said, and the guy smiled. Elliot looked at Olivia and knew she noted the same thing he did. Dark hair and green eyes. Certainly not the only guy that would fit the description in the bar, but he could be the one. Elliot waved the bartender over and ordered a beer for himself and their new friend Steve.
He looked down at Olivia. "What do you want?"
Olivia smiled and shook her head. "I'm fine for now." She needed to pace herself; she didn't want to get drunk.
Steve had turned to face them and was talking with Elliot, but he had his eyes on Olivia. He couldn't stop staring at her cleavage and Olivia took every chance to brush up against him in the crowded bar as he droned on about some boring job he had. Elliot did a double-take when he heard Olivia giggle. He didn't think he had ever heard her giggle like that; she was definitely getting into the act.
After they had spent about ten minutes talking to Steve, Elliot wanted to move on. They couldn't waste all of their time with just one guy. He nudged Olivia a little, and she got the message. She turned to Elliot. "I have to use the ladies' room." She turned back to Steve. "It was nice to meet you. Maybe we'll see you later." she said.
She turned and walked away, and Eliot followed, knowing that Steve was watching her as she walked away from him. He followed her to the ladies' room and she leaned against the wall. Elliot caged her in, his arms on either side, and looked around. He didn't see anyone, so he leaned in.
"Did you get any kind of read on that guy?"
Olivia shook her head. "I don't know. I didn't get a real creepy vibe from him, but who knows?"
A couple started down the hallway, and Elliot leaned in, placing a kiss on Olivia's shoulder. He felt a shudder from her, and he placed a few more small kisses as they passed. When they were gone, he pulled back. "Let's get back in the bar."